It was once said that "He who has a why to live, can bear almost any how" I am trying to find my "why"

Hungry Ghosts – I Don’t Think About You Anymore But, I Don’t Think About you Anyless !

Shadows intersecting buildings, buildings intersecting space, space converging an existence that redefines nothingness. smoke of an ailing cigarette in the luscious lips of an eighteen years old looking above, blaming him for not listening. A tear splitting into infinite droplets of sorrow and the clicking of a glass interrupting a laughter from a far.